September 15, 2010
The Hamster Wheel Of Journalism

September 10, 2010
"There’s more to do, more to see, more ‘ho’s to fuck, and it’s all insane as hell."

— Violent J as quoted in a Village Voice article about the Gathering of the Juggalos.

September 9, 2010
"Did you ever have to shoot anyone?" “No, saw some people die though.” “My father died right before my eyes.  The television was on.  It was  Saturday afternoon.  No one was around; my mother was out shopping. It’s  why I hate sports.” “Sorry to hear that.  My father died when I was young.” “How did he die?” “Kicked by a horse.” “You’re kidding.” “No.” “And your mother?” “I never knew her.”"Why is there a dog in the Parthenon?" “That’s a roach.  Let’s go someplace darker.”

"Did you ever have to shoot anyone?"
“No, saw some people die though.”
“My father died right before my eyes. The television was on. It was Saturday afternoon. No one was around; my mother was out shopping. It’s why I hate sports.”
“Sorry to hear that. My father died when I was young.”
“How did he die?”
“Kicked by a horse.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No.”
“And your mother?”
“I never knew her.”
"Why is there a dog in the Parthenon?"
“That’s a roach. Let’s go someplace darker.”

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September 8, 2010
An Old Comic I Made With Half Life 2 (weird)

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September 8, 2010
The Observer’s Book of Dogs

The Observer’s Book of Dogs

September 8, 2010

September 7, 2010
Reading the article, you are at first surprised, then annoyed, to realise that it is not remotely satisfactory.

September 7, 2010

September 7, 2010

Mad Men = some of the best, most unpredictable writing in television. It has its flaws, but each script feels like a polished piece of architecture. I pray to God that it never jumps the shark.

September 6, 2010
A sentinel stands guard in the window of the Cambridge Wrightson store. The effect is to give one the shits as one walks by.

A sentinel stands guard in the window of the Cambridge Wrightson store. The effect is to give one the shits as one walks by.